Havre is pronouned have - er for those of you who may not be familiar with Montana city names. It's a pretty cool place with good places to eat and a casino in every building - well nearly every building. Dave had prime rib and Val had a steak for less than they paid in Denali Park for hot dogs. They saved so much on dinner that they blew it in the casino, but it was fun.

There was extra security at the border, at least more than we have seen in the past. One border patrol guard took the paperwork while a second one was opening trunks and checking the undersides of vehicles with a mirror on a stick. We didn't have a trunk so she poked around the bed of the truck. There was a tense moment when she came up with one of our diamond willow sticks, but the guard behind the glass recognized it as diamond willow and said, "It's ok." Whew. No threatened arrests, no bribes were necessary, and we were soon rollin' down highway 15 in Montana

In between cities there's not much to see in Montana. Huge fields of grain that go for miles, occasional groups of antelope too far away for a picture, and once in a great while you might see a tree or a barn - those are rare.

Once again the plan was to stay in Shelby, Montana, but it was only 2:30 by the time we arrived there so we moved on to Havre. Tomorrow we plan to get to Minot, N.D. but who knows...